(Still on Homura's Point of View)
As the two of us, a human girl and the little Froakie have wandered the streets in the cities, venturing through the open wilderness as we traveled together from town to town, enduring difficulties along the way and going through thick and thin situations together, I inevitably becoming closer and closer to my Froakie and realized that I am actually not hating it so much like from when I first got it as my starter Pokémon in the first place.
And after overcoming an accident with a swarm of Yanma when we are about to cross a lake towards the next town, we both are truly become a partner for life.
As for why I decided to go to the next town?
It is to shake off the people from my Clan who are still spying on my like a fly.
Please, if you want to spy on me, at least erase your presence properly.
One, two, three... Altogether there are nine people.
I and even my inexperienced little Froakie can sense every single one of you as you followed us from the moment I leave my house gate.
Those people must be the losers that come to see my miserable state and gloat over us.
I can feel their disgusting stares towards me and our frogs.
Urgh, if there is a chance I really want to silence them forever.
Like they said, a good man is a dead man, because the dead can't talk.
(Author's Note: I see Homura have also began to be darkening due to her depression from being kicked out from her clan here.... And the fact that her hands have also been dirtied by the blood of the people she loved the most didn't help either. After all, if she can even kill the man she loved when she is being cornered, what can she do to deal with people who have annoyed her?)
At first, I only plan to get off from our amateur spies by purchasing the Teleport Service in there, the one that I know is not having any connection with our ninja clans and even can be said to be our rival in business so that they can keep the destination of my teleportation a secret without being afraid of getting pressured to spill it out to my clansman.
But then, a golden opportunity arrived unexpectedly.
On the way to that town, both me and the Froakie are assaulted by a swarm if Yanma, at first we can handle a dozen of them just fine but their number keep increasing until there are so many wild Yanma surrounding us that we didn't even bother to fight them anymore and I just want to focus our efforts to run away.
I returned the Froakie to its pokeball. Because at this point of time, although the Froakie is already quite reliable, but it still a burden for me when we are facing a swarm of Pokémons and it is easier for me to just keep it inside the pokeball and escape alone by myself while carrying the ball on my pouches.
But as I begun my preparation to escape from the swarm of Yanma, I then noticed that all of our amateurish spies are also having the same predicament as me.
Those losers are even having a harder time than me even with all of their Pokémons already out to help them.
Ah, they are truly a bunch of trash.
Let me do one last favor for my clan by erasing those trash from their record.
And so, I use the swarm of Yanma as my cover and began to assassinate, ahem, I mean...., Clean up those annoying flies who can't even keep their presence hidden.
Those people would surely die on their first mission as a ninja anyway, so me clearing them all away is actually doing my clan a favour since they won't need to waste their resources on those trashes from this moment on.
*Jlebbbb* a stab from a needle I throw on the back of the knee immediately make one among the flies kneel down in pain before his distraction become his doom as the swarm of Yanma immediately get down on him.
*Swwiiisshh* *swiisshh* I throw a pair of shuriken that makes swirling sound as they are spinning in fast speed in air, before both of them landed on the nape of necks of two other flies that soon joined the first of my clansmen in their dooms.
And just like that, I started my killing spree, ahem, I mean, cleaning up.
One other man go down from a throw of a little needle on his wrist that make him dropped his pokeball and the swarm of Yanma immediately mobbed him up to his death before he can even get a chance to pick up his ball and let out his Pokémon.
Next is a pair of girls... Aaah, I remember those two as the noisiest among the flies that are buzzing behind me lately.
And their words as they gloats over to us while insulting my frog pokemon that have become my partner in trust is actually the triggers that make me want to silence all of them for good forever.
If you have time to walk around and gloats over other people's miseries, then why don't you use that time to train and improve yourself?
No wonder you are all becomes a bunch of third rate ninjas with fourth rate skills, wasting all the precious resources that the clans are used to groom all nine of you.
Without hesitation, I throw a pair of kunais that wonderfully landed on their waist, stabbing their kidney for maximum pain before their screams are miffed by the buzzing sounds of the swarm that are ganging up on them.
Wow, even in death, those two are so loud.
They are totally an embarrassment for our ninja clan.
If you want to embark on the way of ninja, you must become one with the shadow and keep our silence even in the face of death.
Now, that left only three trash bag to be taken care of.
At this point in time, if you can't still realize that someone is deliberately killing off your friends in the midst of this chaos, then you are a total failure of a ninja.
Good thing that with six out of nine of them have already down on the ground, the remaining three people seems to realize their predicament and are looking left and right with wary gazes.
Sigh...
What are the three of you doing, looking left and right like a bunch of frightened kids?
As a Ninja, what we love doing the most are stabbing our target from the back.
And thus, the first thing you all should do is expecting the same thing from your fellow Ninja!
Oh, wait, don't tell me that they still didn't realize that it is me who is hiding amidst the swarm of Yanma who is killing their friends here and there with my needles, kunais and shurikens?
Oh well, that still didn't stop me as I throw out another shuriken that hits upon a sturdy branch of a tree above their heads.
The fragile throwing weapons break upon contact and the fragments are splintered out everywhere, taking the three people by surprise as they instinctually lifted their arms to protect their face and especially their eyes from the splitted fragments.
Now with their backs which are left wide open and their hands that are lifted to guard their face, and all of their Pokémons still busy fending out the swarm of Yanma from all directions, I took this opportunity to make my killing strike.
Hidden amidst the swarm, I throw out a kunai to the first and second man and immediately going back to hide within the swarm.
The two projectiles strikes true on their backs, stabbing right on the left waist of the man in the right and the right waist of the man on the left.
Both of the man are falling down on the ground and they make loud screams out in pain, which of course attracted the attention of the swarm of Yanma around them that didn't waste time to get down and mobbed the two people to their demise.
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[ ] Author's Note [ ]
I am sorry for taking so long to make an update (in P@tréõn), because the roof of my house collapse and it takes two days to fix them. Good thing that there is no rain hitting us in this rainy season while the roof is being repaired, only a small drizzle here and there.
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